The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-04-29

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'Show me your neck"
"'Tis not" continued the old man,
as he hurried to obey the doctors be-
hest, ''that these good people are I'M
willing to meet elsewhere to hear mass;
but, you see, they have hard time of
it during the whole week and only
Gods day to rest upon; SO / thought it
unfair that the whole village should be
put to inconvenience on my account.
Then, again, we have confirmation and
catechism. The Bishop hesitated to
send curate to help me. So, doctor,
my Pensioners all said that / must
come up to Paris and consult you. l
was long while before I made up my
mind; travelling costs great deal of
money, and there are SO many poor
people in my commune; but finally
was obliged to do their bidding, and so
took the conveyance. There is my
sore, DOCTOR added he, rendering his
neck.
Dupuytren was long time in his ex-
animation of the affected part. The
sick mans neck had in it hole nearly
one inch in diameter and of great
depth. 1t was an anthrax of the lower
maxillary gland, complicated with
aneurism of the carotid artery. The
wound showed symptoms of gangrene
in more than one spot, and the case
was altogether of so grave descrip-
ton that Dupuytren wondered how the
sick man could be standing upright be-
fore him.
He stretched wide open the lips of
the sore and scrutinized it inside with
a pressure painful enough to superin-
duce fainting. The patient did not
even vince. The examination con-
cluded, Dupuytren roughly jerked
round the old mans head which he
held in his hands, and, peering him full
in the face, burst out fiendishly:
"Ah! ali! Mister Able, with sore
like that-you must dier'
At this, the priest quietly took up
his linen and bandaged his neck with
out uttering a word. Dupuytren kept
his eye on him as a tiger might on a
lamb. When the aged priest had
dressed his wound, he drew from his
pocket large silver fiye-franc piece,
carefully wrapped up in bit of paper,
and laid it on the mantle shelf
Il am not rich, and my poor are
very poor, DOCTOR" said he, with an
inefable smile; "excuse me if l can
not more adequately repay consulta-
ton of DR.. Dupuytren. l am glad 1
came to see you; at least, / shall be
prepared for what awaits me. Per-
haps," he added, in an extre mely soft
tone of voice, "you might have an
nounced this great fact with little
more caution. l am seventy-fye years
old, and at that age life is sometimes
dearly cherished. But l owe you no
ill-will, nor have you surprised me; /
have looked forward to that event.
FarWell, doctor, am going to die at
my presbytery."
And he went out.
Dupuytren stood pensive. That iron
soul, that powerful genius had been
shattered like frail glass at the sound
of few simple words from a poor old
man whom he had held feeble and suf-
fering in his strong hands, and thought
he might play with. In that weak and
distressed body he had met with a will
more energetic and heart firmer than
his own; he had found being supe-
rior to himself.
Suddenly, Dupuytren started to-
wards the door. He was perhaps I'M
willing as yet to acknowledge himself
beaten. The little priest was slowly
descending the staircase.
" Mister Abbe," he called out; evil
you step up momentP"
The priest fastened to obey.
''There is perhaps means of saving
you, if you consent to an operation"
Dear me, doctor, is thereP" ejacu-
lated the priest, setting aside hurriedly
his hat and walking-stick. "Why, l
had no other object in view in coming
up to Paris. Operate, doctor! operate
as much as you please"
"But the operation may prove not
only long and painful, but after all a
useless one"
"Never mind, doctor! I am willing
to endure any thing. My poor parish
toner's will be so gladr'
"Well, in that case, you must 90 to
the ward of Saint-Agnes, at the Hotel
Dieu Hospital. The Sisters of Mercy
will attend to your wants and see that
they are supplied. Take good rest
tonight, and tomorrow morning"
"All right, doctor; thank you"
Dupuytren scrubbed few words on
a slip of paper and handed it to the
priest, who at once bent his steps in
the direction of the hospital.
On his arrival there, nearly the
whole community came out to receive
and install him in the ward of Saint
Agnes. He was given a neat little
bedstead, with clean white sheets, and
was overwhelmed with pillows and
sirup. The little priest was at q loss
to express his gratitude at the atten-
tons and kindness every body in the
place showed him.
On the following morning, the five
or six hundred students that daily fol-
lowed the masters lessons had no
sooner assembled than Dupuytren ar
rived.
He straightway sought the priests
bed, followed by his imposing retinue,
and the operation began.
Dupuytren scooped out the wound
and sliced away with knife and scis-
sors. He sounded the sore again and
again with his steel pincers, and re-
covered the fibers which he twisted
and tied together. Then the Saw was
brought into action, and~>portions of
the lower maxillary bone were rasped